everything looks normal, the tides come and go, the birds peck around, the setting sunlight illuminates the valley. But for us these are uncharted waters, and for many it will hold much pain. My wish is that the pain recedes in time and a new chart is drawn, one less harmful to all of life.
Off shortly to said restaurant, but here's something to ponder, as I eat Ecuadoran favourites.
It's Friday, and the POT is simmering away at low heat as usual, which is fine for a slow-cooked meal, but a stir-fry once-in-awhile would be a welcome change. Bollox and I feel somewhat depleted of inspiration and energy, and would kindly receive any fresh ideas or offerings.